Chapter 13: Laney
Well, it looks like my life is officially over. I had a pretty good run, all things considered, but then I had to go and walk in on my naked stepbrother taking a bath…seconds after I finished touching myself to him. If there’s a more humiliating possible situation, I really don’t want to know what it is.
“Oh God! I was just…uh…it wasn’t what it……I mean…when did you…why are you…”
I can’t seem to a put a complete sentence together, and my voice is coming out at least an octave higher than normal. Travis, on the other hand, doesn’t look embarrassed at all. He smirks at me, enjoying every second of me being flustered like this.
“You look like you could use a bath.” He smirks, gesturing to the other half of the bathtub.
“Travis! You can’t just get naked while I’m here! What if I walked in on you?”
Travis’ deep blue eyes blaze, like he’s wishing I had walked into them. I shudder and break eye contact, only to look down at the little drops of water running down his sculpted, tattooed pecs, all the way down into the bathwater, where the outline of his lower body is disturbingly visible. Closing my eyes and shaking my head, I walk over to the bathtub, grab one of the bottles of bubble bath formula off of the rim, and dump it out into the water. Foamy white bubbles explode across the surface of the water, and even though I’m still embarrassed that probably heard me in there, the sight of him sitting in a bubble bath almost makes me laugh anyway.
“What the fuck? What was that for?”
“I’m not going to stand here and talk to you while your cock is right there in plain sight.”
Travis shrugs. “Fair enough. I mean, we’re professional associates, right? Isn’t that what we decided this morning?”
I cross my arms and nod, hoping to salvage some dignity from the situation. “Exactly. Besides, this way you can keep pretending like you’ve got a big dick under all those bubbles. Really, you should be thanking me.”
Travis smirks, looking down between his legs, and then back at me. “So you think it’s small, huh?”
The underwear modeling photo with the mega-sized package I bumped into at the mall flashes into my mind. “I know it’s small. All those stupid underwear modeling pictures you did are clearly photoshopped.”
When I mention the photos, Travis grins like an animal who’s just cornered his prey. Shit, he probably thinks I was looking them up on the internet or something.
“You know what? I think they actually did photoshop those. But it wasn’t to make my cock bigger.”
God, why do we have to have this conversation now? All that stupid, irresponsible heat I thought I’d gotten rid of back in the bedroom is flooding my body again, and I think Travis can tell.
“But hey, if you don’t believe me, that’s fine. You don’t have to take my word for it. Just come over here, reach down into the water, and feel for yourself.”
Travis gestures down at the bubbles, his eyes daring me to do it…and then daring me to do a whole lot more.
I shake my head, walk into the kitchen, and pour myself a glass of water from the sink. “I should have known this was going to happen. You’re ridiculous.”
Travis raises his eyebrows. “I’m ridiculous? Babe, the only reason I’m taking a bath out here is because of what you were doing in there. I couldn’t exactly walk in and take a shower, could I?”
Shit. He heard me. This place might have the thickest walls on the island, but I guess they’re not thick enough for us.
I take a deep breath, trying to keep a straight face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
My voice is weak and soft, and my knees are starting to feel a little wobbly. It’s a big, fat lie, and we both know it. But what should I do? Tell the truth? Tell him that I was thinking about how he almost fingered me at the pool all day? About how I wanted him so bad I could barely think? About how I tried to think about anyone else but him as my fingers pressed against my clit, but all I saw as my body shuddered in ecstasy was his stupid, perfect face?
And then what happens? We fuck, and I become the next notch on his bedpost? Or, even worse, get found out, and I’m world famous in the worst way possible? There are a million ways it could go totally wrong. It just can’t happen.
“You don’t?” Travis asks, his voice soft and low. He’s watching me squirm, his eyes openly looking down at my curves. “Are you sure about that?”
I open my mouth to say something clever or witty, but nothing comes out. So instead, I nod my head and walk quickly into my room, trying not to look at Travis’ soaped-up naked body as I go. But, of course, I fail. And when I do, our eyes meet for what feels like a whole minute.
Then, I close the door behind me and get back on the bed, my clit aching just like it was before I started touching myself. That’s when it hits me. This isn’t teasing anymore. It can’t be written off as anything other than what it is. And we still have a lot of time left on the most romantic honeymoon money can buy.
We’re so totally screwed.